Aunt Peggy said to my father, “James moves like a man with a purpose.”

I now think often of that compliment and observation as I slowly amble to the next thing needing to be done.  Moving is harder now.  Things take longer.  I'm in need of a new knee, I'm 75 years old, and I don't have the energy that I used to have.

In fact, I don't have any energy.

Marjorie and I get up early in the morning, and soon find ourselves in need of a nap.

“I'm having a nap attack.  I can't keep my eyes open,” is Marjorie's most frequent comment.

“Last winter I got bored and couldn't wait for spring.” Marjorie said.  “Now I'm looking forward to winter.”

I have scheduled knee replacement surgery for 20 October.  I scheduled it then because I'd be less active, with fewer things needing to be done outside.  It will also be before ice and snow happen.  Hopefully I will find more energy when I no longer have the need of favoring my right leg.

I don't expect to ever again be accused of moving like a man with a purpose, but it would be nice to just feel like moving.